Shi Hao formed hand seals, and the ancient Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art manifested once more, striking forward with overwhelming force!
*Buzz!*
The abyss trembled, the void roared as if several true dragons were howling—this was the might of the Heavenly Art, its power as vast as the stars crashing down.
Beam after beam surged forth, carrying fragments of time as they smashed forward, the energy of the domain unleashed by the Heavenly Art!
Of course, this was only the foundation—six treasure techniques were superimposed, indistinguishable from one another, surging like a cataclysmic flood.
The deafening roar shook souls to the brink of shattering.
Princess Yao Yue and Xuan Kun widened their eyes in shock. That man was extraordinary, his techniques truly awe-inspiring.
Six beams intertwined, forming the most primal bone inscriptions, wave after wave crashing forward, each strike stronger than the last, surpassing even the most supreme treasure techniques.
The six bone inscriptions fused into a supreme rune, its lethality terrifying!
It was clear to see—Feng Xing Tian coughed up blood once more. Even as he activated the Dark Heavenly Art again, he was still wounded, his body convulsing violently, black mist churning as blood spilled from his mouth and nose.
Then, his body was sent flying even faster, hurtling toward the abyss like a meteor, crashing toward the underground palace.
“Such a formidable youth!” Princess Yao Yue blinked, her radiant eyes gleaming as she watched Shi Hao unleash the ancient Heavenly Art.
Born into an extraordinary lineage, hailing from one of the most supreme immortal families across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, her knowledge was vast. She recognized it immediately—the Six Paths Reincarnation Art.
Her beautiful eyes burned with fervor—she had long heard of this technique!
“You won’t escape!” Shi Hao roared, his body like a great roc, arms spread wide as fierce winds howled and surging energy swept the land, charging forth in a killing assault.
“Where did this wild brat come from? How dare you speak so arrogantly to me? If not for the three of you joining forces, I’d kill each of you one by one!” Feng Xing Tian sneered.
Though wounded, he remained unshaken, convinced he had not lost to one man but to the combined might of three Heavenly Arts.
Feng Xing Tian was confident, powerful—he had the right to look down on his peers. With the spirit of a dragon and the ferocity of a tiger, he spat out a mouthful of blood before letting out a long roar, causing the abyss to boil as black mist engulfed everything.
“Whoever dares approach, I’ll kill them—send them to their doom!” he bellowed.
Darkness swallowed the depths, obscuring the underground palace beneath Feng Xing Tian’s black power, turning the ruins into an abyss where one could not see their own hand.
This was Feng Xing Tian’s arrogance—anyone who dared enter the palace to contest the immortal fate would be slaughtered without mercy!
To speak so boldly required immense strength, and he was utterly confident. Moreover, this dark abyss resonated perfectly with his innate power.
“A man spitting blood, already showing signs of defeat, dares to boast? Here I come—what can you do about it?!” Without hesitation, Shi Hao plunged into the darkness.
*Boom!*
A massive black hand surged forward, carrying a frigid aura and dense black mist, drawing upon the darkest forces of the universe.
Feng Xing Tian struck, aiming to assassinate Shi Hao.
Without a second thought, Shi Hao unleashed the most yang-infused bone inscriptions—lightning surged like a river, exploding in the darkness.
As the black mist was torn apart, Shi Hao saw the massive hand and met it head-on, his fist colliding with the dark palm.
A thunderous explosion erupted, shattering the surrounding earth and revealing an even vaster underground space.
Only the underground palace remained untouched.
The force of their clash shook heaven and earth—this was a battlefield of immortals, yet the underground was devastated as if a demonic ancestor had broken free from its seal, tearing apart hell itself.
Feng Xing Tian staggered back, his first assassination attempt failing. His expression darkened as he felt a numbing pain in his palm—someone had actually withstood his strike.
He had absolute faith in his physical body. Since childhood, he had been steeped in divine elixirs, tempered into an indestructible form, refined with rare medicines and secret techniques.
By adulthood, his physical strength had reached an unimaginable level—peerless among his generation. Even under attacks from those of the same realm, he remained unharmed.
In pure physical combat, without even using treasure techniques, he could slay powerful first-generation prodigies.
As the pride of the Feng Clan, his cultivation was unparalleled among his peers, especially in close combat—where he was deemed invincible.
Yet now, his strike had been matched.
Feng Xing Tian could hardly believe it—this man could rival him physically. He had thought only a select few, like Lü Tuo, could do so.
*Where did this guy come from?* It became his greatest question.
An unknown youth with such a formidable physique—it was truly unbelievable.
Silently, Feng Xing Tian moved again, striking from the darkness with the Dark Demon Fist—an ancient and terrifying technique, the essence of the Dark Heavenly Art.
This strike was soundless, without ripple or warning—one fist aimed at Shi Hao’s back, the other at his skull.
A hit from this would obliterate a man, annihilating both body and soul.
Yet in the darkness, Shi Hao whirled around, forming his own fist seals and meeting the attack head-on.
*Clang!*
Sparks flew as a metallic clangor resounded, deafening.
This was no mere collision of fists—it was like divine metals clashing, the sound splitting eardrums and shaking souls.
The Dark Demon Fist met Shi Hao’s Heavenly Art—and failed to harm him.
This did not mean the Dark Demon Fist was weak—on the contrary, it proved its terrifying power by withstanding Shi Hao’s supreme Heavenly Art.
The demonic fist was unique—it dissolved the void and pierced the heavens in silence, only unleashing its true sound upon impact.
The darkness thickened, devoid of light, the surrounding void shattered beyond recognition.
The abyss was annihilated!
Everything but the underground palace was flattened.
The Dark Demon Fist erased all, silent yet devastating.
“So strong?!” Feng Xing Tian felt pain in his fist, the tremendous force causing his arm to spasm slightly.
For him, physical combat was either an overwhelming victory or a defeat.
Especially this year—he had bathed in phoenix blood, tempering his body through an astonishing transformation, making his physique even stronger.
*Who is this sudden challenger? How can he match me, even in physical combat?*
He was certain—the True Phoenix Blood Pool of the Celestial Academy had never been opened to this stranger. What substance could refine the body better than phoenix blood?
Though the blood was not pure, diluted in divine springs, it was still a rarity in the world.
*Boom!*
Shi Hao attacked, driven by an indomitable fighting spirit, charging through the darkness toward Feng Xing Tian.
Once more, dazzling light erupted between them—bone inscriptions surged, divine power erupted, and the full might of their physical treasures clashed.
For a moment, laws intertwined, chains of order crisscrossed the sky, and radiant beams ignited the darkness, weaving into a net of destruction.
This was the manifestation of Dao laws, the condensation of order!
A deafening explosion, like the beating of an immortal drum, shattered the heavens—the battlefield descended into chaos.
Clearly, the two had clashed again, the intensity beyond imagination.
Crimson blood rained down from the void.
*Swoosh!*
At that moment, Princess Yao Yue descended, striking with a divine rainbow aimed at Feng Xing Tian.
Then, Xuan Kun appeared near the palace, launching a domineering attack despite his injuries, his power still astonishing.
*Pfft!*
Feng Xing Tian coughed up a mouthful of blood, frustration gnawing at him. He had come to hunt Lü Tuo and Yao Yue—yet now, he was the one wounded.
With a turn, he fled toward the underground palace.
By now, many had gathered above ground, drawn by the earth-shaking battle.
Those who arrived first wore expressions of shock—they had witnessed fragments of the fight.
“Who is that man? He dares to fight Feng Xing Tian—I’ve never seen him before!”
“Did I just see him make Feng Xing Tian cough up blood?!”
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